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At last, Calis’s lips grew too curious to remain where they
were.  They moved first to Kilik’s jaw, kissing along the sharp line of it,
digging his teeth in shallowly.  He pulled the skin as much as he could,
sucking against it as if it were some kind of nectar that he required to live. 
After he’d carefully kissed every bit of skin along the jawline, Calis swept
his kisses down to Kilik’s neck.  There, he found precisely what he’d been
wanting, and he pushed his teeth against the side of the boy’s neck, tasting
and sucking.

The water on Kilik’s skin vanished in moments, giving way to
sweat, and the taste of Kilik assaulted Calis.  A mixture of salt and cinnamon
was against his tongue, and all at once, he could feel the craving.  An
addiction formed with a momentary contact for a taste so foreign and exotic
that he thought he might shatter from thirst.  He could not get enough, despite
how hard and long he pressed his lips and tongue against the skin of Kilik’s
throat and neck. 

Kilik’s fingers made their way to Calis’s back, and as Calis
begged Kilik’s skin for more, the slender fingers clawed their way down Calis’s
exposed back.  Calis moved his head back upwards, finding a soft place just
beneath Kilik’s jawline to imbibe.  A faint, intoxicated moan escaped from the
lips that Calis had abandoned, and the fingers against his back pushed more
fervently. 

Kilik felt frail, as though he might collapse into Calis’s
arms for a moment, and then all at once, he came alive.  He pushed back against
Calis, and his own teeth made their way to Calis’s neck, and then they moved
with deftness to ease around his ear.  The sensation could not be described as
biting, perhaps nibbling, and Calis’s knees shook from the pleasure it
generated.  At last, their lips slammed against one another again, after a
fervent exchange of investigation of the rest of their exposed skin.

Calis wanted control of this, and he wanted it now.  One of
his arms moved to Kilik’s back, while the other gently eased one of the boy’s
legs up into the air.  In a moment, he’d brought Kilik onto the grass beneath
them.  It felt shockingly cool against the heat that they had engendered
between them.  Without letting Kilik come to terms with what had happened,
Calis moved his lips to the boy’s neck again, savoring the taste for only a
moment before his lips moved down to the collarbone.

The taste was the same, though the skin against his body
there was tighter.  Calis let his fingers move tauntingly along the boy’s
abdomen, and Kilik let out the softest of murmurs.  The smaller boy’s hands
moved to Calis’s hands to try and stop him, but Calis felt a grin grip him, and
he eased both of Kilik’s hands over his head, pinning them with his own.

Then, he used his mouth to sweep the entirety of Kilik’s
torso.  He used his tongue, gliding it just enough to cause Kilik’s muscles to
tense.  Finally, Calis placed his mouth firmly against the connection between
Kilik’s chest and stomach and pressed his teeth into it.  He pulled the skin
just enough to get a rise out of Kilik, who moaned for a moment, before the
very quiet plea.  “Calis,” he whimpered.

Calis’s arousal was threatening to consume him, and at last
he released Kilik from the prison of his hands.  Kilik’s hands were immediately
on Calis’s face, yanking himself upwards so that their lips met again.  Calis’s
tongue immediately moved to taste every bit of Kilik’s mouth again, lingering
on the palate, compellingly drawn.

A trembling, damp hand found Calis’s cheek, and Kilik
whispered his name, almost impossible to hear.  Gently, Calis moved his hand
upwards and took Kilik’s hand in his.  “I want you so badly it hurts,” Calis
choked.

A visceral chuckle made its way onto his lips, and Kilik
returned it with a soft laugh of his own.  Then, Kilik took Calis’s hand—already
wrapped around his own—and moved it to the waist of his pants.  “So take me,”
he said, strangely officiously.

Calis’s body wouldn’t allow him to wait for any more than
that.  Without another thought, he eased both hands to Kilik’s waistband and slid
the pants from his waist.  Kilik’s fully exposed body sent another wave of
inebriation through Calis’s system, and his cheeks were suddenly burning. 
“Kilik,” he whispered quietly. 

Then, that desire to control, to dominate, to satisfy,
exploded through him and he moved a hand along Kilik’s inner thigh with that
tantalizing gentleness.  A small sound escaped Kilik to inform Calis that it
was working.  His fingers moved along Kilik’s thigh for another moment,
diligently feeling the softness of skin untouched for so long.  Kilik quavered
at his fingers, and Calis could feel the invigoration of that need.

Finally, Calis lowered his mouth, moving it along the places
that he’d just had his fingers.  His mouth worked more easily over the skin,
and his tongue pulled much greater reactions from Kilik.  As his tongue moved
dangerously close to the top of Kilik’s thigh, the boy let out a cry, and his
legs twisted, moving upwards.  Calis laughed quietly, glancing up into Kilik’s
eyes.  The boy’s face was covered in a soft flush.  “Apologies,” he murmured.

“Are you okay?” Calis asked gently, though the smile never
left his lips or his eyes.  Happiness and want drove through his system
unhindered. 

Kilik flushed a little more and nodded mutely.  Calis
lowered his head again and continued his exploration of Kilik’s lower body. 
His tongue moved along the skin like a cloth over marble.  Calis pressed his
teeth against it, sucking gently so that Kilik moaned more vigorously.  Then,
as he bit down on his own lower lip with mischievous amusement, Calis moved his
mouth over to the one area he’d left unexplored.

The moment his tongue found the tip of Kilik’s shaft, the
boy’s entire body clenched.  His fingers dug into grass.  Inspired, Calis
pulled more of it into his mouth, working his tongue in a much more intricate
pattern than he had in Kilik’s mouth.  The motion was quick, and slowly getting
faster, as his tongue explored the skin inside of his mouth.  Calis could hear
the gentle keening escaping Kilik’s mouth as the boy trembled and tensed. 
Pulling his hands over the area just above it, Calis sucked against Kilik’s
skin.  A shocked cry escaped Kilik’s lips, and Calis could feel his own body
stiffening at the sound.

Calis had known causing Kilik pleasure would arouse him, but
a sensation this intense was nearly overwhelming.  He focused on Kilik in his
mouth, wanting more of those soft whimpers.  He pulled the boy further into his
mouth, sucking, as his tongue continued to weave patterns along the flesh in
his mouth.  Strangely enough, the taste was not unappealing, and so Calis
sucked harder, pulling Kilik even further into his mouth.  Calis’s fingers
clawed against Kilik’s hips, and the muscles there tightened.  “Calis…” Kilik
choked out the word.

With a final, quivering groan, Calis felt the tangy substance
in his mouth and he pulled away.  Shaking his head, he swallowed—not feeling
any need to ruin the mood by spitting it all onto the ground.  He grinned up at
Kilik, whose blush was far brighter than it had ever been. “You’d done that
before,” Kilik accused.

Calis laughed quietly.  “No—well, with women, but it was
different.”

“That was… that felt…amazing,” Kilik lamented.  Calis’s
hands traced back up Kilik’s chest, though, finding the boy’s neck.  Kilik grunted,
in a strange, uncertain sound—and then pulled himself up and pressed his lips
to Calis’s.

Calis had the fleeting thought that he shouldn’t kiss Kilik
so soon after he’d had the come in his mouth, but as Kilik didn’t seem open to
suggestions, he returned it.  The quivering boy in his arms was still causing
Calis’s heart to accelerate.  As they pulled apart, Kilik moved his unsteady
hands to Calis’s waist and yanked at his pants.  They fell away without much
force with a lack of belt. 

Calis’s fingers caressed Kilik’s back gently, and then
through some series of events, Kilik was on his stomach.  The bruise pulled
into Calis’s vision, and in a moment, he knelt to kiss it without any of the
passion that he’d kissed the other areas.  He kissed it gently, softly, and
then he moved his mouth to the rest of Kilik’s back.  His back was much the
same as the rest of him, soft, tight, and sweet.  Calis paused halfway through
one of his kisses, pausing to breathe softly into Kilik’s back.  “You’re
trembling,” he murmured.

“It feels good,” Kilik whimpered.

An entirely new arousal spread through Calis, and his lips
found the side of Kilik’s neck affectionately.  Calis’s fingers continued to
move obligingly over Kilik’s back, dropping after a moment below the waist to
skin much smoother.  When Kilik pushed himself up onto his hands and knees,
Calis felt another desire pressing on his mind.  “Do you want me to—?”

“Yes,” Kilik moaned before Calis had fully formed the
question. 

Suddenly, Calis’s already too-quick heartbeat accelerated
further.  Kilik wanted this and yet Calis could feel nervousness forming in his
own body.  “I don’t want to force it,” he said gently.  “I’m going to ease you
into this.”

“I have no idea how,” Kilik said, trying to retain a calm
voice.  He failed, but the attempt was positively adorable.

Calis moved his hands over the smooth skin and then took a
breath.  He wasn’t going to hurt Kilik—of that much he was confident.  “Tell me
if it hurts,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” Kilik agreed gently.

For some odd reason, Calis laughed again and Kilik made a
disgruntled sound.  “I wish you understood how badly I want you right now.  I
feel like I’m going to burst.”

“I think I get it,” Kilik said knowledgably.

The thought was reassuring, to say the least.  Though, Calis
wasn’t sure that Kilik could feel the insatiable need and want that he felt for
Kilik.  Very gently, very cautiously, he eased a finger into Kilik as slowly as
he could.  Kilik’s body clenched immediately, though he said nothing to stop
Calis from going further.  Moving his finger in the slightest caused Kilik to
cry out, though.  “Hurt?” Calis asked at once.

“No,” Kilik said, “just feels, uh… different.”

“You seem tense.”

“I wonder why,” Kilik said cynically.  Calis laughed again,
and then he eased another finger in as slowly as the first.  Kilik reacted in a
similar fashion, though he did seem to be relaxing a little bit.  With the last
finger, Kilik’s body seemed to have quelled itself just a little.  Calis let
Kilik adjust for a moment before he removed them, glancing to see the look on Kilik’s
face.  His face was pinched in uncertainty, and the look was, again,
endearing.  Kilik never looked anything but that, though. 

“You’re sure?” Calis asked cautiously.  He did not want to
force Kilik into this, despite how badly his body demanded that he do so at
once. 

Kilik let out a low groan.  “Yes!  I am!”  He was clearly
frustrated, probably due to the fact that the anticipation appeared to be
getting to him. 

“You know I’m going to be bigger than that,” Calis reminded
the boy dutifully.

Kilik let out a quiet laugh.  “You’re about to be inside
me—you don’t have to keep boasting, your highness.”  Calis returned the laugh
gently, but he supposed he ought to take that as Kilik’s unbarred permission.

Moving his body upwards, Calis placed his hands on either of
Kilik’s hips, running his fingers over them tenderly, feeling them with
reverence.  Then, with a decisive thrust of his own hips, Calis could feel
himself inside of Kilik.  The closeness of it shot through him like an arrow
and he gasped in shock.  Kilik was tense so that his skin around Calis was
dizzying.  With considerable effort, Calis managed to speak.  “Are you… alright?”

“Yes, you can stop asking,” Kilik replied sweetly.

With another movement, Calis pushed himself a little deeper
into Kilik, and this time he was the one that let out a quiet grunt.  Unable to
pause, he moved again, rhythmic but slow—from sheer force of will.  He kept the
motion steady, careful to keep his hands on Kilik’s hips, moving his fingers
along them obligingly.  Kilik’s body was moist from sweat, and Calis’s fingers
were slippery with it as well.  He panted with effort as he felt Kilik’s body
moving beneath him.  His breathing sped, and the intense feeling of pleasure
shot through him in synapses, more and more, until he thought he might
collapse.  His body wound so tightly around the core of pleasure that he
couldn’t bite back his own moans.

Kilik murmured something unintelligible, and Calis watched
his face curiously through all but blurring vision.  “Go… faster…”  Kilik
panted.

Calis obliged immediately, as he had been taking careful
steps to make sure that his body didn’t go the pace that it wanted to set for
itself.  He still remained in control, but his body moved more on its own, and
with every thrust, there was a swell of dizzy intoxication.  The physical
pleasure of it was drowning him, Kilik’s body pressing against him so
thoroughly—and the thought, the sight, the sound, the feel, the reality of
Kilik, panting with sweat, in all his perfection—it was too much.  “Calis!”
Kilik cried desperately.

Grinding his teeth together against his name being called so
passionately, Calis pushed himself deeper, finally giving in to his body so
that it moved as it wanted within Kilik.  The clench of the muscles around
Calis’s length was causing his blood to boil and his fingers to curl in
anticipation.  But very diligently, he worked his own hands around to the front
of Kilik, finding the boy’s own hard erection—impressive, all things
considered—without much effort.

His hands moved along it tenderly, stroking and cradling
with as much prowess as his clouded mind would allow him.  If Kilik was this
ready, then Calis could make himself and Kilik twice as satisfied.  It was
enough, and he felt Kilik break again.  Kilik’s surprised moan pushed Calis one
step too far, then, and he pushed one last time against Kilik’s small body.  He
let out a gasp, panting for air as he could feel the release inside of Kilik. 
Exhaustion prickled up his spine at the release, and as soon as he pulled out
of Kilik, he collapsed on the grass beside him.